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“I won't divorce you, Zenna. Until your last breath, you will live with me in this nameless marriage,” Radulf declared.

Zenna Rosetta, the illegitimate daughter of the Alpha King and an omega servant, had no choice but to comply with her father's demand― marry Radulf De Lagrange, the fallen Alpha of the once-powerful Shadow Hunter Pack.

Despite being the strongest dominant alpha, Radulf's influence and power crumbled when his father was accused of treason against the crown. 

As for Radulf's punishment? He was forced to marry a weak, wolf-less omega, who he had nothing but disdain for. To top it off, he was sent to the Western Frontier on his wedding day.

Zenna eagerly awaited Radulf's return as she suffered through ridicule, believing that when he did, he would be happy to see how mighty his pack had become under her care.

However, after four years, Radulf returned with a beautiful woman, shattering Zenna's heart.

"You betrayed me while I stayed loyal to you. I don't want to live with you and watch your affair with another woman. Divorce me, Radulf, and free me from this marriage. If you don't wish to do that, then mark me,” Zenna demanded on the day of his return.

“Divorce you, Feisty Princess? Never! If you want to get marked, then beg me or seduce me to do so,” Radulf challenged.

On the day of his rut, he said, “Zenna, my mate, allow me to mark you.”

**The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.**

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Special thanks to my editor for refining the synopsis.

The Alpha's Forsaken Feisty Mate

Radulf flipped Zenna onto the mattress with ease, his weight pressing gently against her as he trailed a line of slow, heated kisses along her neck and jawline.

His fingers moved deftly to the back of her dress, finding the zipper and pulling it down in one smooth motion.

The dress loosened, slipping from her shoulders, exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone. With deliberate intent, he pushed the dress further down, revealing the contours of her curves, still adorned in the soft embrace of lace.

A gasp escaped Zenna's lips when he grazed the skin of her neck with his teeth and nipped it. A moan followed it when he licked the same spot and sucked it.

Zenna's hands roamed over Radulf's chest, then down his arms, tracing the hard muscles beneath her fingertips. The heat of his body, the intoxicating scent of her mate, was driving her wild. A deep ache stirred within her, her core pulsing with need, craving his touch.

That was intense